For your consideration, A Sonnet Most Lame
Many slimy wads of broken monsters,
malevolent mountains of white hatred;
unthinking hordes of hungry invaders
seek to take the nourishment I've been fed.
Dragged down by nets laced with icy lightning,
a sinkhole in the river thats my life
each attempt at relief met with a sting,
the fork of my air cut off by a knife.
Even when the battle seems to be won,
respite hard bought with the essence of life
buried in weakness flourish foes not done
and at first chance burst forth to sow strife.
Struggles with tiny beasts leave me worn down
and coping with the costs their warath has shown.
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